Thursday, September 29, 2011

Union Jack. Short sides and back. Sweaty armpits. Sweat-soaked vest. Trimmed bushy pubes. Hair-covered thighs. With an eight inches hard pointed to the sky. What you see is what you'll get. C'mon over and don't be a drag!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Position is everything. Different sex positions can enhance sex life and make sex more exciting. I mean who has sex in one position nowa- days? So here are three common positions possible for gay men who want to enjoy their sex lives to the full!

ANAL DROP - The passive partner sits on top of the active partner. This position is good for the passive partner to take control of his experience although it causes the anal muscles to narrow by using the pelvic muscles so as to support the passive partners position.

It allows for deep penetration. Varitions are to sit facing your partner or with your back to them.

MISSIONARY - Allows for deep penetration of the anus and intense stimulation. With the Passive partner lies on his back, resting his legs on the active partners shoulders. The active partner, resting on his knees leans forward to come face to face with his partner tilting the passive partners pelvis upwards.

Changing the angle of penetration will alter the intensity and stimulate different areas of the passive partners anus. If the passive partner rests only one leg on the shoulder will also alter the intensity and stimulation.

DOGGY - Very popular for anal sex. The passive partner rests on his hands and knees with the active partner kneeling behind him. This position narrows the anus as it involves using the pubic muscles which can make it a painful position for the passive partner.

The active partners force of penetration can make it a more uncom- fortable experience if he is too hard. Using lots of lubricant and relaxing the anus with stimuluation before penetration will reduce discomfort. Also if both partners move in a similar motion and slower speed it can reduce it the discomfort further.

Personally, I love missionary for its intimacy. In missionary I am filled with his need between my legs, him driving his need into me, and also able to kiss deeply, swirling tongues, thrusting hips to meet his need, which is as much my own. And the hands, my hands are free in missionary, to feel his back, his bum as he tightens and thrusts. For me, missionary captures more of my senses, those from my mouth, my fingers, my hands, my legs wrapped around him, or toes together as he thrusts in a position using my feet to brace himself. I get to wrap my arms around him and hold him. I'm a missionary man =P

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

When I was a student I used to supplement my grant by working during my vacation at a London hotel. The hours I was expected to work were long and unsociable and the money was not too good but a job was a job and as they say 'beggars can't be choosers' so I put up with the disadvantages and looked instead for the advantages. And by advantages I meant other ways to make money.

The first job I was given was in the scullery where I spent ten hours at a stretch washing dishes and pans. This was a real drudge and so when the opportunity arose to fill in for one of the porters who was off sick I jumped at the chance. Not only did this give me the chance to move about the hotel more, I also met the guests and helped them with their luggage for which I normally received a tip. Although all tips were meant to go into one pot to be divided amongst all the staff it was well known that only a proportion went in that direction and the remainder went straight into the pocket of the recipient. So I not only had a better job but also a bit more money.

We worked twelve hour shifts with a couple of hours off in the daytime. That meant that I started at seven in the morning to help the guests who were leaving up until seven in the evening to assist the new arrivals. By the time the shift was over I felt too knackered to do anything else except get something to eat and fall asleep. I shared a small apartment with another student working at the hotel which was a tube journey away and so I never had any real time to go out and enjoy myself except on my day off. They guy I shared with was straight but knew I was gay. He got his oats by shagging the waitresses and chambermaids which of course did not interest me. There were a few gay guys at the hotel but it was rare that any opportunity arose to have fun together and besides which I didn't really fancy any of them.

During term time I continued to work in the evenings part-time at the hotel. As the hours I could work did not suit the duties of a porter I became a room service waiter. This was a real eye-opener for me as it enabled me to see what the guests got up to in their rooms. Even the most respectable of them were known to sneak girls in and out to satisfy their carnal desires. Some of the other guys doing the same job as me told me that I could earn extra money by helping this to take place behind the backs of the management.

'All you have to do is ask them if there was any special service they want you to do,' one of them told me.

I remembered this advice and when the next time I took a late meal to a male guest one evening I casually remarked.

'If there's any service I can do for you, sir. that is not offered by the hotel please ask,' I smiled suggestively at him as I said this. The use of sir and madam when addressing the guests had been drummed into us by the management so that it came naturally.

'Thanks,' he said and returned the smile with a knowing wink. 'I'm a bit tired tonight but maybe tomorrow I might want a bit of company.'

'Very good, sir' I said. 'Let me know I can make sure she can get in and out without being seen by the bosses.'

'I was not thinking about female company,' he said and he gave me another smile and a wink.

'I'm sure I can help in that direction too, sir' I said without batting an eyelid.

'I would be very glad if you could,' he said and I saw he was eyeing me up and down. I now knew not only what he was after but who he was after as well. Why find a rentboy when you can be one yourself.

'I'm available, sir, anytime after I finish my shift,' I said quite pointedly.

'Perhaps I'm not so tired after all,' he said. 'What time do you finish tonight?'

I told him eleven o'clock. He told me to bring him a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses at about that time. I agreed and got on with my work. It was nine o'clock.

I didn't have much time to think about what was going to happen later as it was so busy. There was another single guy who I served to whom I made the same suggestion but he told me he wanted to have an early night.

Just before eleven o'clock I picked up a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses and took them up in the lift to the guest I had made the arrangement with. I knocked at the door and he let me in. I put the tray down and told him that I had to change and clock out before I could join him. He was happy about that and then I broached the subject of payment.

'What sort of tip were you intending to give me, sir?' I asked.

'How much is the going rate round here?' he asked in return.

I had checked with another gay waiter earlier and he had told me what the going hourly rate for a call girl was. I mentioned this to the guest and he didn't flinch instead he said.

'What about if you stay the whole night?'

'I reckon about four times that amount should cover that, sir,' I responded.

Again he didn't seem shocked. He opened his wallet, pulled out several notes and counted them on the table next to the tray I had put down.

'There, that's what I'm happy to pay. Do we have a deal for you staying the night?'

Although what he had put down was under what I had quoted, it was more money than I had made in several weeks of hard graft.

'You've got a deal,' I said. This time I deliberately dropped the sir.

I was about to pick up the money when he said.

'No, leave it there. Pick it up when you return after clocking off.'

I nodded and left the room. I had no further duties and so I changed out of my uniform and clocked myself off so that my shift was officially over. I took the service stairs up to his room so as to avoid the observation of the reception staff who did not miss a trick. No more than five minutes since I had left him I was knocking at his door again. He opened it and ushered me quickly inside. He was only wearing a bathrobe. I noticed that the money was still were he had left it.

'I was about to take a shower would you care to join me, Luke?' he said as I went over to it, picked it up and put it in my wallet which I then stored in a shoulder bag I had with me. He had called me by my name which he must have remembered from the badge I wear with my uniform.

'Call me Jack,' he said.

As he spoke he let slip the bathrobe revealing that he was totally naked. This bloke was probably in his mid-thirties and looked perfectly fit. His cock was uncut and flaccid but hung below his balls and I reckoned it would be quite large when erect. I took all of him in with one glance.

'Sure, why not, Jack' I said. 'I've been on my feet for the last six hours and I need something to freshen me up.'

I was about to take my clothes off when he approached me and said he would rather do that for me. I do love it when a guy undoes my clothes and they fall off one by one. I was wearing a loose jacket over a t-shirt. The black trousers I wear for work had been replaced with jeans. He pushed the jacket off my shoulders and it fell to the floor. Next he ran his hands inside my t-shirt up and over my chest feeling my abs, pecs and hard nipples. He was about the same height as me and while he was feeling my chest I ran my hands over his.

In contrast to my hairless chest he had a lot of silky hair which felt great when I ran my fingers through it. As the hair reached his belly button it tapered inwards and then tapered outwards again as it reached his groin and the top of his thighs. All of it was jet black, the same colour as the hair on his head. My hair in contrast was natural blond. Gradually as his hands started to wander over my back the t-shirt was lifted over my shoulders and joined my jacket on the floor. He pulled me close to him so that our bodies were touching. I love it when this happens as the warmth that radiates from somebody else's body into mine really turns me on. I could feel my cock getting harder as his hand held me in a tight embrace.

His face was close up to mine and I could see his lips which were quite thick and extremely kissable. I didn't want to lead the way however and waited until he wanted our mouths to join. This was but a few seconds later because he held my head with one hand and angled it so that, as he also angled his, he could bring his lips onto mine. My mouth was quite relaxed and accepted the pressure of his so that the sensual transmitters and receptors in our lips and gums made immediate contact and gave instant pleasure to both of us. This was quickly followed by our tongues which only added to the arousal we both felt.

This arousal was most obvious in our groins and mine, still covered by my jeans, was pressed hard up to his and as he became erect I felt the movement of his cock against mine. Without looking I knew he was very big and forced myself against him even harder to appreciate the mass of flesh that my body had aroused in him. I wanted my jeans and pants to be pulled off so that we could enjoy flesh on flesh contact but he was taking his time still savouring the erotic joy our mouths were generating.

'If he can be so skillful with his lips what will it be like when other parts of our bodies join together,' I thought as with my eyes closed I let myself be absorbed by him.

After some while the kiss ended and he relaxed his embrace. My body moved back slightly which was just sufficient for him to undo my jeans and slide down the zip of my fly. He had his hands on my buttocks now and once more our crutches were pressed together. Having undone my jeans a little bit my rigid cock was able to assume a more comfortable upright position which made the gyrating of our hips as we ground our members against each other easier and infinitely more satisfying. Slowly he eased both my pants and jeans over my bubble butt until my cock was free of any clothing and rubbed flesh upon flesh against his.

I felt I was going to collapse as tremors of sheer pleasure seemed to run through me. He knew this and steered me to the bed. I fell on my back with him now on top of me. He continued his relentless pressure on my body and began to kiss me again. Our mouths were wide open and our tongues deep inside each other. I could taste him and was relishing it. I felt so relaxed in his arms that when he suddenly released all contact I lay as if helpless on the bed while he started to undo my trainers and remove the remainder of my clothing.

'We've got all night,' he said straightening up and I lay there wondering what was going to happen next. 'Let's take that shower now, have a drink and then get to know each other.'

I was disappointed he didn't want to continue with his lovemaking as I felt so engulfed by it but I remembered he was paying and therefore calling the shots. I sat up and saw he was already heading towards the bathroom. I followed. I had only caught a glimpse of what grew between his legs. But that coupled with the hardness that had dug into my body convinced me he was very large in that department.

He had turned the shower on before he faced me and I saw his erect cock for the first time. My heart nearly missed a beat as I saw a eight inch thick piece of meat that was pointing skywards and occasionally moving as it throbbed from the blood running through it which also gave it a livid bright reddish purple colour. If I had known how well endowed he was it might have been me wanting to pay him to make love to me and not the other way round.

I was not unused to big cocks having had a regular boyfriend who was equally well-endowed I knew what potential delights lay in store for me and my mind was as equally aroused as my rigid dick. We spent several minutes under the shower soaping each other and ensuring that every part of the body received its share of cleansing balm and caressing hands. When I touched his tool for the first time it felt like I was gripping a thick tree branch. It was solid and unyielding but best of all it was alive.

We left the shower and towelled each other dry. He picked up the bottle I had brought, quickly opened it and took a swig from it and then handed it to me. I took a swig as well.

'Would you like to have a massage,' he asked out of the blue. 'I'm a sports masseur and have the oils with me.'

I had never had a professional massage before and thought, 'why not'.

'Yes, I'm horny for you already but if you are going to run your hands all over me I'm sure I'll be hornier still.' I said encouragingly.

'Jump on the bed then face down,' he ordered.

I did as he asked and heard him rummaging in a bag before he came back over to where I was lying. He handed me some poppers.

'Have a sniff of these as I rub your back. It will help you relax more and get better satisfaction from my massage.

I opened the bottle and sniffed the poppers as he poured a pool of oil onto my back. When his hands began to move in circles on my back the poppers took effect and my brain was taken over by the chemical and physical stimuli over which I had no control. Added to this was the sexual arousal which, rather than go away as I got turned on in other ways, had increased as he was kneeling on the bed with his legs either side of me so that as he leaned forward to rub oil into my shoulders, his dick and bollocks rubbed against my arse.

This man knew how to pump ecstasy into a fellow human being and I was sure he would be expert in other kinds of pumping as well.

'I've never done this before,' he said as he continued his massage. 'I have massaged many athletes and have been really turned on by them but have never dared to do what I am doing to you now. I have only been able to imagine it.'

My mind was capable of hearing what he was saying but not able to respond. Instead his soothing voice entered my head and made me yearn for more of his attention. He had moved down my body slightly and was massaging my buttocks and thighs. He eased my legs open a bit and his hand slipped in between. It was the first time he had felt that sensitive area of my body. I let out a low moan as he stroked me from my balls to my cock and felt his fingers lightly touching my hole.

He spent about a quarter of an hour massaging me while I lay on my front. When he had finished he told me to stay lying that way but he placed all the pillows under my chest so that my head was off the mattress. He then knelt in front of me and my mouth was at the same height as his cock. I didn't need to be asked and opened it and he moved closer feeding his cock into my orifice slowly. Because of its thickness I had to stretch my mouth really wide but I could accommodate him. I had deep-throated guys before but no-one this big. I hoped I would be up to it. He knew what he was doing though because the position he had me in meant that, with my head up and my mouth open, there was a straight passage through to my throat.

Monday, September 26, 2011

It's Day 2 of TMOP's Dirty Week. How about some wanking action from one of my favourite XTuber KHSWRX?

By the way I need to apologise to you all. I know I should put more effort in than just embedding a video from XTube but I got home late from seeing Faust at the Royal Opera House so please fogive me and I'll make up the sloppiness on my next coming post...

Thursday, September 22, 2011

While Randy Phillips, a young airman who is serving in Germany, came out to his father via the telephone and broadcast a webcam recording of the event on YouTube after the repeal of DADT, Jamey Rodemeyer, a 14-year-old boy from Buffalo, New York, had committed suicide after suffering homophobic bullying at his local school.

So is it getting better? Well, I initially thought it is (and I truely hope it will) but I'm starting to take back my words after seeing the devasta- ting consequence of any form of bullying. Seriously, how many more young people must die before we realise sexuality ISN'T something to be mocked! RIP Jamey =[

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

So I opened today's Evening Standard and found a completely random news story to share with you all. Seriously, who would have thought porn scenario like this could actually happen in real life?!

MAN UNDID SLEEPING PASSENGER'S ZIPA passenger who fell asleep on a train woke up to find his trousers had been undone while he was asleep. The 24-year-old was travelling from Brighton to East Croydon late at night when another passenger undid his zip. British Transport Police are treating it as a sex assault and have released CCTV of the suspect.

Detective Constable Andy Parkinson said: "The 24-year-old from Burgess Hill was travelling on the 11:02pm Brighton to London Victoria service and had fallen asleep during the journey. He woke up to find his trousers had been undone and an unknown man was sitting next to him, pretending to be asleep."

"The victim, who was incredibly traumatised by the incident, shouted at the man, demanding to know hy his trousers had been undone and then chased him through the carriage. We know from our enquiries that the man left the train at East Croydon station."

Police have appealed for witnesses.

Seriously, the 24-year-old must be in a VERY deep sleep as not to feel his cock is being sucked by the stranger. And why would the stranger still sit next to the 24-year-old (and pretending to be asleep) after he's finished blowing him off?

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

"31, masculine, decent shape, laid back, new to the scene with limited experience. Looking for a sane, skilled top to explore my sub side with. Always had an urge to submit. Clean and safe ONLY please. Fit, tall, masculine, between 25-40 preferred.

Ideally looking for regular. start slow and gentle, watch porn, kiss, suck, rim, etc. Train me step-by-step till I can take it like a b*tch boy. Ultimate fantasy is pinned down, hand/foot over my mouth and used like a toy. I know... talk about a newbie and his fantasies lol ;]

Not looking for happily ever after, but won't say no to a pint or two if it feels right."

Hmm, do you think you have the necessary qualities and skills to show Mr. New-To-The-Scene a 'sub' lesson or two? If so, apply within!

It happens to all but the most confident of characters - you fall for someone but daren't say anything in case you make a fool of yourself. But the message from scientists is: Take the risk! Apparently telling a prospective partner 'I really like you' could make him (or her) immedi- ately find you more attractive, research suggests. Read more...

And so I did today (blush) and he seems flattered about it. The only problem is that he's in Liverpool and I'm in London. Oh well, we'll see...

Finally, I have some HOT action for you on TMOP and you will love it! Damn, isn't he one sexy gorgeous hairy man?! He looks so hot when he leans back at 1:47 after he have shot his load. You can get a sense of the relief he had after that intense orgasm. I also love how his body twitches and those short breaths he takes. Would like to hear him moan a little as he cums but maybe another time =P

Sunday, September 18, 2011

There's a Mr. Gay Hong Kong happening in Oct. Unfortunately I won't be able to experience it (won't be home till Nov). Apparently the winner will represent Hong Kong in Mr Gay World 2011 in Johannesburg, South Africa. Well, good luck to all four candidates =]

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

He's been featured in my blog over and over again but I still haven't got over my love towards model/designer/pharmacist Todd Sanfield, and this time he leaves little to imagination wearing underwear (of his own range) or nothing in a series of steamy images by photographer Joe Lally for HommeStar.

Hmm, is it just me or do you agree that Todd look way better, hotter, sexier now that his head shaved and he's letting his chest hair grow?

Monday, September 12, 2011

The lifetime ban on blood donations by gay and bisexual men will be lifted in England, Scotland and Wales.

Ministers have agreed to let men who have not had sex with another man in the past 12 months to donate from November.

The restrictions were put in place in the 1980s as a response to the AIDS epidemic and the lack of adequate HIV tests. However, the latest medical evidence presented to a government panel argued the ban could no longer be justified.

Ministers in the three countries accepted the argument and said they would be relaxing the rules. Northern Ireland is expected to make a decision soon.

The National Blood Service screens all donations for HIV and other infections. However, there is a "window period" after infection during which it is impossible to detect the virus. Read more...

No sex for a year so that you can have a blood donation?! I mean, this is just silly in my opinion! And let's not forget AIDS is not exculsive to gay men, it happens in our stright counter-parts too. So, why not ban them to have sex for a year before they donate their blood?!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Here's bit of culture for you all. The new exciting season of the ENO is launching in a week's time with Donizetti's classic The Elixir of Love. Funny enough, the opera house released this witty video to promote the show, which I think it's very clever, especially the bit when he tried to return the sport car back to the dealer! And the guy is quite hot too!

Friday, September 09, 2011

Listen up guys! Today's Guilty Pleasure is a very special one! He's not just cute but he's way more than beauty AND he's THE WINNER of TMOP's Fifth Anniversary Competition! Boys and gentlemen, let me introduce you to Jesús aka GSUS!

PR8: How did you discover TMOP?J: I suppose I did during one of my looongest blogrolls. I can look for new blogs for hours, but barely anyone enters in my bookmarks. TMOP was one of the first in doing it.

How long have you been a reader of TMOP?Wow, tough question. I think I have discovered it in my second year of university so it's been already four years! Time goes by so fast...

What keeps you coming back to TMOP?First I liked how it looked, but I stayed for the entries. Not only the photos but every thought was very well written and I could see myself in some of the situations. Suddenly I was hooked and I kept coming back everyday. It's one of the webs I check as often as my Facebook (nah, I'm just kidding, but I check it almost every night).

Anyone/Anything you would like to be featured on TMOP?I'd love to be Britney Spears answering your questions! But as it could be very difficult I'd love to see an interview of Aden Jaric now that he's single or the return of my favourite model, Evan Wadle. And how about Lady Gaga? XD

Boxers, briefs or go commando?I prefer boxers, but they have to be with short legs and not loose, it's better if they let you fantasize a little bit.

And last but not least. Gaga, yay or nay?I love her. But I liked her better in her pop-dance-non-experimental way. Telephone and LoveGame will always be anthems and I always regret not going to her Madrid concert. Very expensive, Gaga!

Thank you for your FOREVER support Jesús and I'll try to do an interview with Aden Jaric specially for your request xxx

Tuesday, September 06, 2011

Holy Moly! I'm totally in love with the editorial Best Of, shot by the very talented photographer Rick Day for the Sept issue of Sensitif. The Best Of features various smoking hot models, such as Steven Boyd, Blake and Avi. Don't say I didn't warn you... Scroll down at your own 'risk'!

Monday, September 05, 2011

I just can't believe it's September already! Time flies SO fast! Well, I had a BRILLIANT time with my housemate in Cardiff over the weekend even though the Mardi Gras on-the-field itself was not as good as it supposed to be.

We spent most of our early Saturday night at a great bar called WOW, which I absolutely loved (simply because the atmosphere was good, I got snogged by a cute guy called Alex and the DJ played three to four Gaga hits) then we moved on to the expensive (£20 for bloody entrance fee) and not-so-impressive club called Pulse. You see, I made a big mistake by jumping into this ride (free with the entrance fee) that kept spinning me round for two minutes. By the end of it, I felt so sick that I just sat on the crouch watching my friends dancing their way.

Besides partying, my housemate also brought me to visit the beautiful Caerphilly Castle and the magical Castell Coch (The Red Castle). Plus he did a lovely Sunday roast with apple crumble on Sunday afternoon. Thank you Steve =]

P.S. The cute photo of this post has absolutely nothing to do with my weekend although Gethin Jones is one sexy Welsh hunk I'd love to have my hands on!